Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1887-12-09

A Variety shol0 1ss Years Ago.
Ned Ward, the author Of "The Lon
don Spy, IN his walk TO Islington.
gives US such a vivid picture of the
humOrs Of the "AIusiek House" in
1899. and of the company that fire.
quented it, that I cannot do better than
quote as much Of his description as the
modern reader viii fnd palatable, says
a writer In the GsHtlemal's Magazine.
He and a female companion, being out
for a stroll in the CIerkenweu fields,
made their way to SadIer's Wells:
We enter'd the house, were conducted upstairs,
There lovers Ger chessecakes were seated by
pairs.
The organs and hddles were seraping and hum.
ming,
The guests for more ale on the tables were
drummingi
Whilst others, Inbred, IoIling over their mugs,
We're laughing and toying with their fans and
their jugs.
Having refreshed, they
Look'd over the gallery Ike the rest Of the folk,
Without sidaoE which, the spectators TO please.
Were nymp}ls painted rowing in clouds and in
seas.
Our eyes being giutted with this pretty sight,
We began to look down and examine the pit,
Where butchers and baIlifs and such sort OF
fellows
Were mix'd with vsrmin train'd up to the
galOws.
AS buttoeks and hles. housebreaksrs and
padders,
With prizs-hghter5, zwset'ners, and such SORT
Of traders
Lnforners, thief-takers desr-stealers and bUIlies
Some dancing, some skipping, some rantingi
ana tearing
Some drinking and smoking, some lying and
swearing,
And some with the tapstsrs were got in a fray,
Who without paying reclining were stealing
away.
Lady SQUAD. now by the side OF
the organ, favors the company with a
song, at which
The guests were all hush. and attention was
given,
The listening mob thought themselves in q
Heaven.
After she retires amidst vociferous
applause from the butchers,
Then up starts a fiddler in scarlet, so fierce,
So unlike an Orpheus. he looks like a Mars,
He runs up in Alt with a y-diddle-diddie,
To show what fool he could make OF a hddle.
When this is over, a girl Of eleven
comes on and executes a sWOrd-dance.
Arm d Amazon-liks. with abundance Of rapiers.
Which she puts TO her thloat as she dances and
capers,
And further, the mob'5 admiration to kindls,
She turns on her heel like wheel on a spindle.
Next appears
A young babe Of grace,
With MsrC'ry's limbs, and gallOwa in his face,
In dancing a jig lies the chief of his graees.
And making strange Musick House monkeY-like
faces.
He again is followed by Thomas, the
waiter, who, dressed as a clown, per
forms a dance.
A PARTY of Deep-Water Baptists
held a service OF the Canadian River
bank, opposite the head of Grand
Island, says the Buffalo Courier
There were some ten or a dozen CON
yerts, mostly women. One of these
was afraid Of drowning, and she had
her suit lined with cork from neck to
heels, but she didn't say anything about
it. The service proceeded without a
hitch, and it came Sister Jones' turn to
be immersed. The minister waded out
into the stream, leading the sister by
the hand and repeating the ritual.
When they got waist-deep Sister Jones
had much difficulty in keeping her feet
on the bottom, and the deeper she
waded the more this trouble increased.
but she didn't want to say anything.
All at once, however, the current tool
her off her feet and threw her length.
wise on the surface of the water. TIL,
minister grabbed her and tried to pull
her under the water. The current wal
every instant dragging her out Tht
minister clutched frantically at the faI
convert, who was herself struggling t,
assume an upright position, but with
out success. The minister felt himseI
getting out of his depth and screame,
for help, but no one offered to com
out; the current was very swift. TIL
minister looked around and saw that h
was slipping rapidly down the river
he couldn't touch bottom. With
superhuman effort he swung himsel
on his fair raft and wildly fourishe
his arms to the people on shore, VIII
were now fading into mere specks
'This is horrible" said the minister
looking on the waste of waters; Il
three hours we'll be over the fall.
Sister Jones, let US sing something /
this trying hour. Sister Jones, VIII
had been emitting shrieks like a steal
calIiope, only shrieked the louder, an
the minister struck up, in a ricl
remulous tenor, RESCUE the Perisl
ingp' He had hardly finished the frs
stanza when a steam yacht bore dow
on them in response TO the gestures
the minister, and in fifteen minute
they were rescued IN an exhausted col
dition.